I’m Too Stubborn to Die

Warlock Ch 116. I'm Too Stubborn to Die

Damian opened his eyes and gasped, his chest heaving as he sucked in a shaky breath. Sweat dripped down his temples, soaking the bandages wrapped tightly around his torso. His vision was blurry at first, but as he blinked a few times, the room slowly came into focus. The familiar smell of herbs and medicine filled his nostrils, sharp and overwhelming.

He frowned, glancing around. This wasn't Malthus's lair. No oppressive shadows, no blood-soaked floor. Instead, the soft golden glow of morning light filtered through lace curtains. His gaze swept across the room, lingering on the wooden furniture and the delicate carvings that adorned the walls.

It was Evelyn's room—or rather, theirs.